Part 20 (1/2)

He made a sour face, ignoring her hesitation. ”I see what you mean. Not a whole lot of excitement in this neighborhood. The closest dance club is hours away, in Cairo, or Luxor. Kinda hard to show a pretty lady a good time, unless you're into camels.”

”So,” she pursed her lips in a s.e.xy pout. ”If you were going to show a lady a good time, what would you do?” She leaned forward. The very tip of her tongue brushed her lower lip.

”Uh.” Sean found himself thinking only of her full red lips. They looked so soft and succulent. So much for having his libido under control. ”I, uh, well there's a candlelight dinner.”

”We're off to a good start. Candlelight breakfast, at least.” She grinned, and leaned closer.

”Champagne.” Sean tore his eyes from her mouth and focused on her incredible features. He struggled for self-control. Her eyes were pools of dark female mysteries.

”Which I had last night. Delicious, by the way.” She moved a little closer.

”Yeah, and then dancing,” he said softly and realized that her lips were only inches away from his. He could smell the rich exotic fragrance of sandalwood and amber laced with cinnamon and warm excited woman. Desire blazed a wildfire through him. Suddenly he could smell his own naked desire. His erection was uncomfortably tight in his jeans and thrumming in time to his pulse. He s.h.i.+fted to ease himself.

”And?”

Her breath stroked against his mouth. ”Kisses,” he murmured, focused on the red ripeness of her lips.

”I like kisses.” she whispered, then pressed her rich red mouth to his.

His mouth opened in surprise and her tongue slid in to brush his. He opened wider to taste her. Warmth. Heat. She tasted of cinnamon and sugar. Need and carnal hunger hammered at him. As he sucked on her lower lip, she nipped him. The copper taste of blood bloomed briefly in his mouth.

s.h.i.+t. Forgot about the fangs,he thought vaguely.

He felt her soft hand on his thigh, gripping almost painfully hard. She pulled his legs apart, making room for herself. She surged between his legs, pressing those magnificent b.r.e.a.s.t.s and hard nipples to his open s.h.i.+rt and bare chest. He felt her hips, then her mons s.h.i.+fting against his restrained erection. All thought ceased. His body was a ravenous inferno for this incredible woman in his arms.

He wrapped his arms around her and hooked his legs around hers, trapping her heat against his. She moved against him, and he groaned with the delicious friction. He felt her tug the s.h.i.+rt from his pants, then off his shoulders. Her small hand touched his stomach, sliding up to his chest. She tugged on his chest curls, sliding her palm over his nipples. Her fingers dug lightly, and he could feel her nails scoring him. He moaned into her mouth, and felt her answering moan.

He leaned forward, sitting up and taking her with him. His hands came up and cupped the globes of her a.s.s. He dug his fingers in, to feel her muscles clenching. One hand followed the back seam of her jeans down and under to the fragrant heat of her feminine core. His fingers felt for the soft plumpness that hid her c.l.i.t beneath a layer of denim. He pressed his fingers against her rhythmically. She writhed against his fingers with a small gasp, then arched her neck back, breaking their kiss. His lips sought her throat. Using his tongue and his teeth gently, he tasted and nibbled.

He opened his eyes to see a smile on her lips as he nibbled. He brought both hands up her smooth back to burrow under her s.h.i.+rt. He leaned forward, pressing her back against the cool floor. Limber as a gymnast, she folded back with her knees splayed and her heels by her sides.

He folded his knees under and swept his hands under her s.h.i.+rt, shoving it up. He squeezed and dug his fingers into their softness. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were perfect; the exact size to fit his hands. The need to taste her nipples took him and his mouth closed on her breast, tasting, licking, and sucking, first one, then the other. Her arms closed on him as he feasted. Her moans of pleasure acted as spurs. He caught one nipple in his teeth and tugged. She whimpered, then grabbed his head to pull him closer.

Without thought, he slid one hand down to the b.u.t.ton of her jeans and tugged it open. He found her zipper, drew it down, then reached into her open jeans. His fingers delved into softness.

”d.a.m.n, baby, you shave,” he said in wonder. Her dew dampened his fingers.

”Do you like?” she whispered in a throaty moan, writhing as his fingers found her excited and swollen bud swimming in a pool of liquid warmth.

”Oh G.o.d, ahem...G.o.ddess, yes!” He pressed her c.l.i.t gently and she gasped deliciously, opening wider

to his explorations.

Encouraged, he burrowed two fingers into her moist heat, seeking that sensitive place deep within. He found the soft ma.s.s of nerves and stroked. Her mouth opened wide as she arched her back in delight.

She grabbed his wrist to hold him in place, pressing his mouth to her breast as she took her pleasure.

He scissored his fingers, increasing the speed and pressure within while brus.h.i.+ng his thumb against her

swollen, excited bud relentlessly.

He felt the violent tremors of her o.r.g.a.s.m ripple through her. Her pearly essence slicked his palm, and she keened loud and long with gratification. With a grin, he pulled his hand from her pants, then licked his palm and sucked her desire from his fingers.

”Mmm. I love a considerate man,” she said with a definite purr. She leaned all the way back, then

stretched luxuriously on the floor, like a kitten.

”Let's get these jeans off.” He pulled her legs straight so he could tug off her boots. ”I want to really taste you.”

”Tell you what, I'll let you take off mine.” She chuckled and then sat up. ”If I get to take off yours, and I get to taste you.”

”It's a deal!”

”But first, why don't we make ourselves comfortable?”

”I still have the air mattress set up,” he offered, looking over to the wilted mattress and its rumpled blankets on the stone floor by the flickering camp-stove.

”I have a better idea.” She took his hands in hers. ”Close your eyes, Sean.” Sean felt the hair on his neck rise. He squeezed his eyes shut.

* Danse *

Sean felt a warm wind, and abruptly, he was falling. He landed b.u.t.t-first on something incredibly soft and resilient. His eyes snapped open just in time to catch Lilli as she landed on top of him.

”Whoa, hey!” They were rolling in what seemed to be, a mountain of heavily embroidered pillows of every size, shape and description. ”You sure know how to get around!” He struggled to sit up. The huge, heavy framed, black marble bed they were laying on was carved with lions and owls. Sheer white silks draped and canopied the towering monstrosity.

”Well, what do you think?” She grinned as she straddled his hips.

Leaning up amongst the mult.i.tude of pillows he looked around. ”Will 'wow' do?” he asked, his eyes wide. ”I mean, this is incredible!” He sat all the way up on the glittering pillows to take in the entire room.

The huge bed they sat on was centered in a gigantic room with tall Egyptian archways leading to a dizzying array of smaller rooms and small alcoves. The ceiling overhead was a dome of gleaming black gla.s.s inset with gold and glittering gems. Blazing torchiers were stationed in the corners of the room and the leaping flames gleamed on huge framed mirrors. Pre-Raphaelite paintings and huge medieval tapestries graced walls made of huge blocks of polished, white marble. Squinting, he thought he could make out an old Beatles poster in one of the smaller rooms.

Scattered about the corners of the rooms were ma.s.sive wardrobes oozing with clothes in exotic colors and fabrics. Comfortable chairs upholstered in velvets were grouped with other chairs so delicate, they looked as though they would shatter if you sat on them. Ornate tables and sculpted dressers were scattered with a dizzying array of statues, nick-knacks and trinkets from countries and cultures from all over the world and from every century.

”Hey, is that a computer desk over there?” he asked, pointing into a small room off one side.